Seraphiel's hand clamped around my wrist like iron.
"You're coming with me," she hissed, her voice tight with barely controlled fury.
The other angels watched in stunned silence as she dragged me out of the sitting room. Her grip was strong enough to bruise, her nails digging into my skin, but I didn't resist.
I didn't need to anymore.
She pulled me through corridors, her wings rustling with agitation, until we reached a storage room. She shoved me inside and slammed the door behind us.
"How DARE you," she snarled, rounding on me. "How dare you embarrass me in front of..."
She stopped.
I wasn't cowering. Wasn't looking at the floor. I was looking directly at her, and something in my expression made her falter.
"What... what's wrong with you?" Her voice lost some of its edge. "You're acting strange."
Time to test this thing.
I focused on her, willing the system to activate.
[CORRUPTION SIGHT ACTIVATED]
My vision shifted. Purple tint overlaid everything, and Seraphiel suddenly... glowed.
Golden light surrounded her, bright and pure, but there were cracks in it. Thin lines of darker color spider-webbing through the aura, concentrated around her chest, her throat, between her thighs.
Weak points.
Text appeared beside her, clinical and devastating:
[TARGET: SERAPHIEL]
[PURITY: 98%]
[CURRENT STATE: ANGRY (87%), CONFUSED (45%), AROUSED (32% - DENYING)]
[PRIMARY DESIRE: SUBMISSION FROM INFERIORS]
[HIDDEN DESIRE: BEING DOMINATED BY SOMEONE STRONG ENOUGH TO DEFY HER]
[WEAKNESS: RESPONDS TO CONFIDENCE, HATES LOSING CONTROL]
[RECOMMENDATION: PUSH BACK. MAKE HER FEEL.]
Oh.
Oh.
"Nothing's wrong with me, Seraphiel," I said quietly. "Maybe something's wrong with you."
"What are you..." She took a step back.
I took a step forward.
"You've been targeting me all week. Not the other servants. Me specifically." I kept my voice calm, steady. "Why?"
"Because you're insufferable and..."
"Because I looked at you." I took another step. She backed up until she hit the wall. "Because I didn't bow fast enough. Because some part of you noticed I wasn't completely broken, and you couldn't stand it."
Her breathing quickened. The golden aura around her flickered.
[AROUSAL INCREASING: 32% → 41%]
"You don't know what you're talking about." But her voice wavered.
"Don't I?" I moved closer, close enough to smell her now. Not jasmine this time. Something sweeter, warmer. "Tell me to leave, then. Order me out."
She opened her mouth. Closed it.
"That's what I thought."
I placed one hand on the wall beside her head, not touching her but caging her in. Her eyes widened, and I watched the aura flicker again, those dark cracks spreading.
"You like it," I said softly. "When I push back. When I don't grovel. It does something to you, doesn't it?"
"No," she breathed, but her pupils were dilated.
"Liar."
My other hand came up to her waist. Just resting there, feeling the curve of her hip through that white dress. She gasped, and the sound went straight to my groin.
[AROUSAL: 41% → 58%]
[PURITY DEGRADING: 98% → 97%]
"Stop," Seraphiel whispered, but she didn't move. Didn't push me away.
"You don't want me to stop." My thumb traced small circles on her hip. "You want to know what it feels like. To not be in control. To be touched by someone who isn't worshipping you."
"I'm an angel. You're just a..."
"Just a what? A human?" I leaned in closer, my lips nearly brushing her ear. "A mortal who can make you feel things you've never felt before?"
She shuddered.
I pulled back just enough to look at her face. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her lips parted, and those cold sapphire eyes were hazy with something she clearly didn't understand.
"Have you ever been touched, Seraphiel?" I asked. "I mean really touched. Not ceremonial. Not formal. Has anyone ever made you wet?"
"I don't... angels don't..." She was trembling now.
My hand slid from her hip to her waist, then up slowly along her ribs. She watched it move with wide eyes, transfixed.
"Don't what? Don't feel desire? Don't get aroused?" My fingers traced the underside of her breast through the dress. "Then why is your heart racing?"
I could feel it. Hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
"This is..." She swallowed hard. "This is wrong."
"Probably." My thumb brushed across her breast, and I felt the sharp peak of her nipple through the fabric. Hard. Straining.
She made a sound I'd never heard from her before. A whimper. Needy and confused and utterly helpless.
[AROUSAL: 58% → 74%]
[PURITY: 97% → 96%]
[WARNING: TARGET EXPERIENCING FIRST STAGES OF CORRUPTION]
I pressed my palm fully against her breast, feeling the weight, the softness, the heat radiating through her dress. Her nipple was a hard point against my hand, and when I squeezed gently, she arched into my touch.
"No," she gasped, but her body said yes. "Stop, I..."
"Do you want me to stop?" I circled her nipple with my thumb, watching her face. "Really?"
"I don't... I don't understand what's happening to me."
"You're feeling something." I caught her nipple between my fingers and rolled it gently. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. "Maybe for the first time in your existence, you're actually feeling."
My other hand slid down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, to her thigh. The dress had ridden up slightly, and her skin was fever-hot beneath my palm.
"Please," she whispered.
"Please what?"
"I don't know." she whined, "I don't know."
I slid my hand higher, along the inside of her thigh, feeling her muscles tense. Her breathing was ragged now, coming in short gasps.
When my fingers brushed the edge of her panties, she jerked like I'd shocked her.
"Should I check?" I murmured against her ear. "Should I see if angels get wet?"
"Don't... you can't..."
I pressed my fingers against the fabric between her thighs.
Soaked.
The white silk was absolutely drenched, clinging to the shape of her pussy like it had been painted on. I could feel the heat of her through the material, feel the subtle give of her folds beneath.
"You're dripping," I said, rubbing gently through the fabric. "This perfect, pure angel is soaking wet from a human touching her."
"Oh goddesses," she moaned, and her hips moved. Actually moved, grinding against my hand.
I found her clit through the silk and circled it with my fingertip. She cried out, her hand flying to my shoulder for balance.
"That's it," I encouraged, working her steadily. "Feel it. Stop fighting it."
Her other hand grabbed my shirt, bunching the fabric in her fist as she panted against my neck. Her wings were trembling, feathers rustling with each shaky breath.
I could feel her pussy clenching through the panties, could feel how swollen she was, how desperately her body wanted more.
"Have you ever come before?" I asked, increasing the pressure.
She shook her head frantically.
"Want to?"
"I... oh... I can't... this is..."
I pushed the fabric aside.
My fingers touched bare flesh for the first time, and she nearly screamed. Hot, slick, swollen. Her pussy was as perfect as the rest of her, smooth and tight and absolutely virgin.
I slid one finger through her folds, gathering her wetness, and she convulsed.
"Sensitive," I noted, finding her clit. Bare this time. No fabric between us.
"Please," she sobbed. "Please, I..."
"Come for me, Seraphiel."
I rubbed her clit in firm circles, my other hand still on her breast, pinching her nipple through the dress. Her whole body went rigid, trembling, balanced on the edge.
"I can't... I'm not supposed to..."
"Do it anyway."
I pressed hard against her clit, and she shattered.
Her orgasm hit her like divine lightning. She cried out, her pussy clenching rhythmically against my fingers as waves of pleasure tore through her. Her wings spread involuntarily, knocking supplies off shelves, and her halo flickered.
Actually flickered.
I worked her through it, gentling my touch as she came down, watching her face. Beautiful. Destroyed. Transformed.
When she finally stopped trembling, I pulled my hand away. My fingers glistened with her arousal.
She stared at them, then at me, her expression completely lost.
[CORRUPTION COMPLETE - FIRST ENCOUNTER]
[PURITY: 98% → 94%]
[SERAPHIEL WILL NEVER BE THE SAME]
"What..." Her voice was hoarse. "What did you do to me?"
I stepped back, giving her space.
"I showed you what you've been missing." I met her eyes. "And this is just the beginning."
Her legs gave out. She slid down the wall, sitting on the floor in her rumpled dress, wings draped around her, staring at nothing.
I turned and walked to the door.
"Kai," she called out weakly.
I looked back.
"This doesn't..." She couldn't finish the sentence.
"It does," I said simply. "And you know it."
I left her there, closing the door behind me.
My hand still smelled like her.
[CONGRATULATIONS, HOST]
[FIRST CORRUPTION: SUCCESS]
[PROGRESS: 1/5 ENCOUNTERS]
[YOU'RE A NATURAL AT THIS]
I leaned against the wall, my heart racing, my length still hard enough to hurt.
That had really just happened.
I'd just made an angel come.
And I wanted to do it again.